I went to the dentist for my regular six month cleaning a couple or so weeks ago. I thought all was well until the dentist took a good look and noticed that a molar was cracked down the middle. I asked him if he could just pull it....assured him I wouldn't miss it but he, being the knowledgeable dentist he was, suggested that it would not be good at all to pull it. It would have to be crowned. Ah, a crown....royalty. I have to trust him. He's my long-time dentist. So I left the chair, went to the clerk's window, and made appointments for the two trip crown procedure.
I am familiar with crowns. Back when I was fresh out of high school in the early/mid 70's, I had a job as the front desk person at a local doctor's office. I brought home a check for $60-$80 after taxes each week. During that time, I had to have two crowns--one in an upper molar and one in a lower molar. Those crowns cost me $350 each and while my new crown now will be way over what the two of those cost together back then, it was hard to pay back them with my small pay check. But alas, I did it. I say all of that to say that these crowns are still alive and well after all these years. I did pull one out one Saturday morning with a Tootsie Roll. I called the dentist's office I have now and the elder doctor was in, told me to come on it, and he cemented the crown back in. At that time he remarked how nice and good those were to last so long and how they will probably last many more years. I hope he was right.
Now that I've rambled that story, I will say I spent over one hour in The Dentist's chair yesterday with his hands and his assistant's hands in my open mouth. It was NOT fun. It took six to seven hours to get the feeling back. And if you have had this numbing experience in your dentist's office, you will understand how aggravating that can be. Then last night I bit the inside of my cheek because of the odd feeling and this morning I have a blister on my bottom lip from the constant tool laying there on it while the dentist did his chipping and drilling. The Assistant, too, had to have been tired as she had my mouth full with her stuff to hold my tongue and keep it from flipping around. I have a very active tongue when I am in the dentist's office. It has a mind of it's own. Kind of like the Bible speaks of the tongue being such....well, maybe not exactly like that but you get my point.
The Dentist did make a statement yesterday that has to be true since he's a dentist and knows these things. The point of this post is to tell all of you, my faithful blog readers, this fact. Some may find it unbelievable but I assure you that it's true. The Dentist said so. He said that I have a very small mouth. Me. A VERY SMALL MOUTH. So there....I knew you would all want to know that. The Husband was told as well, but is a bit of an unbeliever. I choose to agree with the dentist. So there. I KNEW you would all want to know.
Have a good day.....
I am familiar with crowns. Back when I was fresh out of high school in the early/mid 70's, I had a job as the front desk person at a local doctor's office. I brought home a check for $60-$80 after taxes each week. During that time, I had to have two crowns--one in an upper molar and one in a lower molar. Those crowns cost me $350 each and while my new crown now will be way over what the two of those cost together back then, it was hard to pay back them with my small pay check. But alas, I did it. I say all of that to say that these crowns are still alive and well after all these years. I did pull one out one Saturday morning with a Tootsie Roll. I called the dentist's office I have now and the elder doctor was in, told me to come on it, and he cemented the crown back in. At that time he remarked how nice and good those were to last so long and how they will probably last many more years. I hope he was right.
Now that I've rambled that story, I will say I spent over one hour in The Dentist's chair yesterday with his hands and his assistant's hands in my open mouth. It was NOT fun. It took six to seven hours to get the feeling back. And if you have had this numbing experience in your dentist's office, you will understand how aggravating that can be. Then last night I bit the inside of my cheek because of the odd feeling and this morning I have a blister on my bottom lip from the constant tool laying there on it while the dentist did his chipping and drilling. The Assistant, too, had to have been tired as she had my mouth full with her stuff to hold my tongue and keep it from flipping around. I have a very active tongue when I am in the dentist's office. It has a mind of it's own. Kind of like the Bible speaks of the tongue being such....well, maybe not exactly like that but you get my point.
The Dentist did make a statement yesterday that has to be true since he's a dentist and knows these things. The point of this post is to tell all of you, my faithful blog readers, this fact. Some may find it unbelievable but I assure you that it's true. The Dentist said so. He said that I have a very small mouth. Me. A VERY SMALL MOUTH. So there....I knew you would all want to know that. The Husband was told as well, but is a bit of an unbeliever. I choose to agree with the dentist. So there. I KNEW you would all want to know.
Have a good day.....
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